Silent thoughts
So many things eat at me silently
The things I shouldn't 'ave said
The stuff I did uncaring of the aftermath
The blood keeping me alive that only
Feels like a half dead curse one side
Is full of sins imparted onto me
Another side full of strangers to me
My head is full of bridges soaked
With gasoline and lighters hung above em
Some are ashen remains others are
Neglected the lighter dangling by a measly thread
Got a forest full of nooses a reminder
Of the action that broke my mind
Lived in hell but it's still gripping my neck
Left it behind but the scars sunk in deep
So many things eat at me silently
Trying to live a life that I never wanted
Had it forced onto me by a lad who
Just couldn't stand it anymore dove
Head first into a well to escape all
The hatred, the yelling, the abuse, the pain
The mind concluded a copy must be made
Thus it picked up the piece made something
To pass off as the lad built to endure
But even the copy could only handle
So much more were made as the mind
Fractured with each creation now
I'm left wandering through life voices
In my head they're me yet different
You need to know what to look for
And yet we're all lost wondering things
That are best left without answers
Yet I can't stop thinking what is my
Goal do I have one no dreams died young
So many things eat at me silently
Ambitions yelled out of me now
I'm merely a ghost in life unsure of
What to make of the things I've done
Only I fucked up more times
Than I could ever count can't take
Any of it back it haunts me in the
Dark shadows of my mind as I look
Over the cliffs edge waiting for the
Sickly whispers to pull me down drown
Me in an ocean of thoughts that I try to
Run from can't evade em just face em
Silence is my worst experience went
Deaf for a time it was nice at first
Then it became torture more damaging than when my ear drums ruptured
Can hear better than most drop subconsciously a survival tool
That never went away breathing shallow
So I don't anger anyone a hatred of pictures
Because I was treated as a doll for
A narcissistic guardian, my body
Stocky and gauntly yet I don't mind
Genuinely don't care about myself
Just hate my existence questioning
What keeps me going in life remembering
It's not myself but how it would hurt
Those close to me if I used my autonomy knowledge to make sure
I bleed out no way to save me yet
I keep enduring because it's all I know it was my sole reason of creation
So many things eat at me silently
YOU ARE READING
words from a broken soul
PoesíaI don't own the two songs I've posted on the two newest poems but give them a listen if you like. just a collection of free verse/rondel poems(short stories to lengthy ones I guess) I've written over the course of ten months so far some won't be upl...
